Yang Guo was crying sadly, but when he suddenly heard the man's loud laughter, he suddenly felt a little embarrassed. Gradually he couldn't cry anymore and could only say angrily.

"Why are you laughing?"

The man smiled and said, "Then why are you crying?"

Yang Guo just wanted to scold him, but then he thought that this man's martial arts skills were unfathomable, and he was afraid that he would suffer a loss if he tried to attack him, so he suppressed his anger, bowed respectfully, and said.

"Young man Yang Guo, see you, senior."

The man held a green bamboo stick in his hand and gently lifted it on his arm. Yang Guo didn't feel the force, but his body fell backwards involuntarily.

This unexpected incident happened so suddenly that most people would have fallen to the ground, but Yang Guo had practiced the upside-down toad skill. At this moment, he did a somersault in mid-air and landed firmly on the ground.

Looking at his hand, the man was obviously a little surprised.

Yang Guo himself was also shocked. He had practiced martial arts for many years on Zhongnan Mountain and had inherited both the Quanzhen and Ancient Tomb schools. With his current martial arts, it would be impossible for anyone in this arena to defeat him with just one move.

Hard to find.

But when the man saw that he could do somersaults and stand firm even though he was in the air and had nowhere to use his strength, he couldn't help but look at him differently.

He looked at Yang Guo and asked.

"What are you crying about?"

At this time, the heavy snow stopped and the night sky cleared. Yang Guo finally saw clearly what this man looked like.

I saw that he was an old man with white hair and beard, and his clothes were in rags. He seemed to be a bastard.

Although it was dark night, the white snow on the ground reflected the reflection, and I saw the old man's face glowing red and full of energy. I couldn't help but stand in awe and said:

"I am a miserable person. Living in this world is unnecessary. It would be better to die."

The old beggar was really full of resentment when he heard his sour words. He nodded and asked.

"Who bullied you? Tell me quickly."

Yang Guo said sadly, "My father was killed by others, and I don't know who killed him. My mother fell ill and died again. I am left without a father, mother, or support in this world."

The old man said "hmm" and nodded, "That's a bit pitiful. Then who taught you this martial arts?"

Yang Guo originally wanted to tell Guo Jing's name, but after thinking about it, he felt that if he told Guo Jing's name, it would make people think that he was deliberately trying to cling to the world-famous Guo Daxia.

Furthermore, Guo Jing never taught him any martial arts, so how could he be considered a master?

Yang Guo changed his mind and thought of Little Dragon Girl again, but when he thought of Little Dragon Girl, he felt sad and couldn't help but started crying again.

When the old man saw that he was crying at every turn, he laughed out of anger.

"Why is a nine-foot tall man crying? If you don't want to say that I am an old beggar, I won't force you. As long as you are not an accomplice of the five ugly men hiding out."

It turns out that this red-faced old man is none other than Hong Qigong, the nine-fingered beggar who was one of the five martial arts masters in the past.

After he passed on the position of leader of the Beggar Clan to Huang Rong, he traveled alone to explore the world's delicious food.

Among them, the Southeast has the most rare recipes.

After arriving in Lingnan, he enjoyed all kinds of delicacies and did not return to the Central Plains for more than ten years.

The reason he came back this time was because of a group of evil people called the Five Ugly Chou of Zangbian, who committed murder and arson. Hong Qigong saw that these five people were too ruthless and ruthless, so he decided to eliminate harm for the people.

Unexpectedly, I followed him all the way to Mount Huashan.

Now he met Yang Guo by chance. Seeing Yang Guo's inexplicably distressed look, he waved his hand and said.

"Forget it, forget it, I'm hungry too, are you hungry?"

"..." Yang Guo was stunned and didn't dare to say anything, but his stomach rumbled unsatisfactorily.

He ate raw wild vegetables along the way, just to survive, not to be full. He was indeed very hungry.

Seeing this, Hong Qigong smiled knowingly and joked.

"Look at you, no wonder you are crying so hard. If you are full, how can you cry so hard? Just wait for me to make you something to eat."

So I brushed off the drifting snow and found some dead branches to make a fire.

Yang Guo helped him pick up the branches and asked curiously.

"Old senior, what are you going to eat?"

Hong Qigong said, "Centipedes! The top of Huashan Mountain is the coldest and coldest place in the world, and the centipedes produced are the fattest and tenderest."

When Yang Guo heard what he said seriously, it seemed that he was not joking, and he became more and more confused.

"Can this centipede be eaten too?"

Before Yang could ask more questions, Hong Qigong had already walked to a big rock, grabbed the dirt with both hands, and threw it aside. Soon a dead rooster appeared in the soil.

At this time, the moonlight was in full bloom, and Yang Guo could see clearly under the snow light. He saw that the chicken's body was covered with hundreds of seven- to eight-inch-long centipedes, red and black, all crawling slowly.

Yang Guo has been wandering in the rivers and lakes since he was a child. He was not afraid of these poisonous insects at first, but suddenly he saw so many giant centipedes and he couldn't help but feel frightened.

Hong Qigong was very proud and said.

"Centipedes and chickens are naturally incompatible. I buried a rooster here early yesterday, and sure enough, it attracted all the centipedes in the crevices of the mountain. Now we have something to eat."
Chapter completed!